musings in mayhem

writer, mom, tutor, superwoman

rockabye

This morning, as I primped

sentence interlude – I love that word, my mother always used it, as in she would never leave the house ‘without her face on’ or without primping first – and back:

Toots sat on the hall floor, rocking and singing to two baby dolls.

Wock a bye, baby
in da tee top
when da wind bwows
da cadow wiw wock
when the wind bwows
da cadow wiw faw
and down wiw –

I interrupted to sing the missing line:

Wait, you forgot,
When the bough breaks…

DA BOOOOOUGH DOESN”T BAKE MOMMY!

Wock a bye baby….

Revisionist.

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